After Fan Taohua's mother-in-law's persuasion all morning, it seems that Ye Xinghe has no effect at all. He is very quiet, so most of the time it is Fan Taohua himself who talks, but it is not useless. At least, Auntie Ye came to tell her, Ye Xinghe is willing to eat.
This is good news for Fan Taohua. Although she only ate a little, it is better than nothing at all. This shows that her earnest talk all morning is still somewhat useful.
Because Aunt Ye still had to work, she couldn't stay with her in the hospital often. She asked Fan Taohua to help her take care of Ye Xinghe, and Fan Taohua readily agreed.
Song Qingfeng was on duty today, so Fan Taohua was asked to go back alone at night.
When Fan Taohua passed by the vegetable market after get off work, she came up with an idea, she wanted to cook for Ye Xinghe herself.
Since I have said that I want to be his friend, I have to do a little bit of my friend's duties.
Because Ye Xinghe had just finished the operation, she could only eat liquid food. After much deliberation, she felt that cooking porridge was the most convenient.
While boiling the water, she also cleaned up by the way, shoveling the cat litter, mopping the floor, and tidying up the inside and outside of the room. No matter how you put it, you are living under someone else's fence, so if you don't work hard, what if Song Qingfeng drives her away.
Fan Taohua, who was bored, dragged the floor to Song Qingfeng's room. The bookcase inside was full of medical techniques, both in Chinese and English. She was dizzy when she saw it. She opened a book at random, and it was all neatly arranged. He took notes, Song Qingfeng has always been an orderly person, his handwriting is beautiful, not scribbled at all, every process is written clearly, clean and unstained, just like him.
When she turned to the title page, a photo inside fell out. It was Song Qingfeng wearing a bachelor's uniform, with a picture of a very beautiful woman and a very temperamental middle-aged man beside him. Fan Taohua guessed it should be his parents. This photo should have a lot of meaning to Song Qingfeng.
Before going to bed, she left a note, which told Song Qingfeng to remember to eat porridge, and she didn't need to feed the cat after feeding it, and then posted the note on the refrigerator, so that Song Qingfeng could see it when he entered the door.
It was already twelve o'clock when Song Qingfeng came back. He saw the spotless house cleaned and the note left by Fan Taohua. This feeling was something he had never felt in his more than twenty years of life.
His parents were well-known doctors abroad, and Song Qingfeng inherited their mantle and also studied medicine. Since he was a child, he has no right to choose by himself. His parents have arranged a lot for him, and every step he takes in the future is arranged for him.
After graduating from university and returning to China, he chose hematology. He likes to study this disease very much. Unlike internal medicine and surgery, leukemia is the disease he is most concerned about to understand, so he rejected his parents' proposal to send him to study abroad, but chose to stay in the this hospital.
In the first twenty years of his life, his life had never had any disturbances until Fan Taohua appeared. This woman, like an elf flapping its wings in the dark night, brought a little warmth to his dull world without light.
He saw the tableware neatly placed on the table, and a bowl of porridge that didn't look very good. He could think that when Fan Taohua was cooking porridge, he must be watching the tutorial on Baidu. Although it was not that delicious, Song Qingfeng still finished it. I hope Fan Taohua will be happier when he wakes up tomorrow. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com